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Hey! Bo Diddley
The grey bones of a rocking chair
listening to the lungs wheezing
where Mama used to sit
and smoke a little stogie
Finding her in a unique disposition
dead as mahogany on the jukebox
stuffed with botox
Listening to Bo Diddley...
"You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree."
listening to the lungs wheezing
where Mama used to sit
and smoke a little stogie
Finding her in a unique disposition
dead as mahogany on the jukebox
stuffed with botox
Listening to Bo Diddley...
"You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree."
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